The Emperor of the Human Race, a Versatile Mage

Chapter 146 The Clothes of Water Control, the Black Vatican Appears

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"I'm a water mage."

The six-character reason given by Jiang Zhao made Fang Gu and the others feel relieved.

With the water mage here, there is no need to worry about rain.

Fang Gu is also an intermediate mage and can feel Jiang Zhao's aura that is not weaker than his own. He casts the primary water magic Water Control: Circulation to avoid the rain. Gray Garlic's aura will not be washed away by the rain, and You don't have to worry about being discovered by the undead.

Even with his cultivation as an intermediate water mage, he can cast several water magic spells in a row to take care of everyone.

However, Fang Yuan, Fang Tu and Fang Youmiao still put on their coir raincoats. The short man also went to get one, but he ran to Jiang Zhao and said, "Boss, I am not a water mage. I will invite you later." care."

"Well, have you got all the tools ready?"

"Don't worry, it's fine."

The group of people were making preparations for departure. Fangyuan and others from Yangyang Village all brought their own tools. At this time, raindrops began to fall from the sky, and the ground was soon wet.

"When it rains, the road becomes difficult to walk." Fang Yuan sighed while looking at the rain curtain in front of the house.

The short man distributed flashlights to everyone and said proudly, "Fortunately, I bought a waterproof flashlight. Boss, let's go."

"Ah."

Jiang Zhao got up from the bench, and the blue star trails around him flashed away.

Basic water magic, Water Control: Cycle!

The blue-black water flow looked very thick and turned into a ribbon around the short man. Then it grew, expanded, and transformed into a large blue-black raincoat, but the material was made of flowing spiritual-level water.

The short man looked at this low-key and windy raincoat, walked outside the eaves, and watched the raindrops falling on the raincoat, making little ripples, and then being insoluble in the flowing blue-black spiritual water, it fell down in strands.

"Hold the grass, so handsome!"

Of course he had seen the magic of water circulation, but it was just a pot-lid-shaped, hemispherical, or ring-shaped water cover that circulated continuously to resist attacks.

Generally speaking, the shape is very regular and easy to flow.

And the water circulation that Jiang Zhao displayed could be shaped into the shape of a raincoat. It had no sleeves and only consisted of a hat and a wide poncho.

This kind of water-bending magic of the opposite sex looks very cool, especially since the water is not ordinary water, but is obviously a special water elemental species.

The short man stood in the rain curtain. Seeing that all the raindrops were blocked by the water-controlling clothes, he took out a piece of jet-black gray garlic and stuffed it into his mouth with two mouthfuls. His face showed that he had eaten shit. Comes with a general expression.

gudu~

"Ah... no matter how many times I eat it, it still tastes so bad."

"We won't use water magic anymore. It's better to save some magic power when we go out."

The three members of the Fang family in Yangyang Village put on bamboo hats.

Both Fang Yuan and Fang Tu had drank Kunjing water not long ago. Although Fang Youmiao had not been back for a while, because he was from Yangyang Village, the village chief Fang Gu naturally allowed him to drink Kunjing water. Get rid of the undead.

Therefore, the three of them do not need to eat gray garlic.

Jiang Zhao took out a piece of gray garlic. This thing didn't look like garlic, but more like a small sweet potato.

"Boss, don't chew it too many times. It will be easier to accept if you swallow it directly." The short man was still imparting experience to Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao had no expression on his face. He ate the gray garlic in his hand in a few mouthfuls and remained silent for a while.

Damn, it tastes really bad!
But the effect is also very obvious. A breath of death like bad breath emanates from the mouth and pores. Do not let strangers enter, and the undead will regard him as one of their own.

"...Let's go."

He evoked water magic, and the blue-black heavy-flowing spiritual water turned into a more snug and flexible raincoat.The control power of the demon wave effect has been reflected. Jiang Zhao has now become more comfortable in controlling magic. He can also go beyond the previous rules and modify the appearance of magic to a certain extent.

A group of five people, two hunters, two local guides, and his client, stepped into the night and rain.

After the village chief Fang Gu watched them leave, he turned back to the house.

I hope there is no accident, otherwise Mr. Leng and the short man will be in trouble.

People in Yangyang Village don't have to worry. After drinking Kunjing water, they won't be attacked by the undead for a period of time, and they won't have the same weakness as Gray Garlic who is afraid of rain washing away the dead energy.

When Fang Gu returned to the house, he saw a figure quietly going out of an unlit room in the village.

It was dark all around, and there were some swift shadows following him around.

……

Going out on a rainy night means one foot is deep and the other is shallow, one foot is stuck and the other is slippery.

Jiang Zhao was okay. His control over his body was far beyond what anyone else could do. Others, including the short man and other mages, didn't move very smoothly.

But the uncle named Fang Yuan walked relatively smoothly and was able to help the young man.

"Uh-"

From time to time, some skeletons or undead creatures hanging with carrion would emerge from the soil, but they would all turn a blind eye to their group.

The effect of the gray garlic is still there, the air of death is shrouded in it, and the undead regard them as their own.

Jiang Zhao used the light of a flashlight to shine on these undead souls, but they would hide their faces shyly.

In fact, it’s light-hating.

"On rainy days, there are even fewer undead souls. Most of them are probably staying underground." Fang Yuan said.

He is a master at collecting gray garlic and often deals with the undead. Of course, he only relies on the protection of Kunjing water to get by, and he just gets the gray garlic and leaves.

Along the way, I met a few undead souls with hunched bodies and looked at the sky in confusion, probably wanting to ask where their favorite Yuehua had gone.

The group of them ignored these sparse undead and kept on going.

After taking the money, the people in Yangyang Village did their duty fairly well and drove for almost two hours straight.

"It's almost here. It's coming."

Fang Yuan, who led the team after walking up a hillside, said, "If it hadn't been for the difficult walking on the rainy day, we should have arrived a long time ago. There are many undead in the tombs below. I picked the gray garlic in it last time. Calculating the time, we should have arrived again." Several have grown, and you will definitely gain something from coming here.”

This is how having a good guide can lead to the target accurately and save a lot of trouble.

Da da da……

The sound of footsteps was masked by the sound of rain, and the four people around him didn't notice it at all.

But Jiang Zhao, as a sound mage, noticed it, so he walked at the end. The beam of the flashlight did not wave around and was still pointing at the road ahead, but he quietly used the sound magic with full power.

The sound of rain suddenly became noisy.

But amidst the sound of rain, there were several rapidly running creatures shuttled across the land of the undead. Their agile movements were completely different from the stiff undead.

And these creatures, passing by the undead, did not attract the undead's attention at all.

The sound waves were collected, outlined, and a shape appeared in Jiang Zhao's mind.

Black beast?
It seemed that the members of the Black Church who stole the water from Kunjing in Yangyang Village were targeting him. After all, he came here in a strange way.

(End of this chapter)